Rugby & the Single Girl: Part 1

7 11 2007

NikeIt sounds silly I know, but for a while there I was having a difficult time coming to terms with being “alone.”  Normally that’s something you hear from a recently single girl, not someone who is perpetually single. 

Fact of the matter is, being single didn’t really bother me until college.  Even then it wasn’t as much of a big deal as it was a personal standing joke. Sure I’d have liked someone to cuddle with from time to time.  It’d would’ve been nice to have someone to makeout with whenever I wanted (as opposed to embarrassing myself with a random in front of the whole bar).  But as nice as it would be to have the benefits of a boyfriend… I honestly didn’t have the time or energy to devote to one.  Not having one didn’t really bring me down because I knew I had options out there if I ever chose to look into the matter. No one really caught my eye.

As college came to an end I began to take a serious look at my life and my future.  Everyone does that. It’s scary. You can’t help but look back and wish you had done more. I realized in my 3short years, while I’d had my share of dates… I had not had a single boyfriend.  Living with 4 other girls – all in 2-3yrs serious relationships – I started to panic.  How had I let this happen?? How had I gone through all my youth without experiencing a serious relationship?  Did this put me years behind everyone else out there in the dating world???

I dwelled on that for the last ….um…. I hate to admit it but yes, the last 5 months.  Summer gets a little depressing when all you do is berate yourself for the drunk makeouts and not dating.  My thoughts were similar to Cally’s:

I am one of those people who will not be late for work because her door is wedged by too many cards thanks to Saint Valentine. I am the one in the office who pretends to throw up when someone receives flowers at work (guys this is so simple and effective!). In fact, I am the girl who will attend her Tuesday night training session as if February 14th means nothing. I mean singledom is a word not a sentence. It is a choice not a punishment, right? WRONG!!! With a week to go, I feel like the losing team at half time. I feel like my match stats don’t favour my chance of winning, I am the underdog. I feel like I have made more tackles than passes, more knock ons than turnovers! However, in this game you play to the whistle and the final whistle hasn’t gone yet; there is still hope, and hope and glory are what the rose on the shirt stand for! It isn’t over ’til the fat lady sings; let’s not go there actually! 

A few days ago, all that changed. I was reading through a few old newspapers my dad had given me from his last trip to London.  This article stood out:  French Rugby Hunks Score with Women.  I’ll admit the picture of Rémy Martin is what initially caught my eye, but it got me thinking.  I started reading around online – various rugby articles, journals and blogs – while I missed my old job of working for the Quins.  I loved watching the practices and an occasional game or two… Such a manly game.  Brutal but you couldnt take your eyes off them. 

Among the men, star billing must go to Frédéric Michalak of France, who is to rugby what Thierry Henry is to football. Michalak, 25, has modelled for Christian Lacroix and has his own clothes brand. Dan Carter, the All Black fly-half, has a modelling contract with underwear brand Jockey. Brian O’Driscoll, voted Ireland’s sexiest man in 2004, the Argentine centre Felipe Contepomi and England’s own Josh Lewsey are among the bigger earners.  (via At the final, the ecstasy. In the end, the agony)

I miss London a lot.  I miss the culture, the people, the streets, the public transport… I miss the sports – both rugby & football (not cricket).  That’s when I realized, I’m far more likely to get attached in London.  Firstly, I’ve got the American thing going for me – many people are immediately intrigued by anyone but their own countrymen/women.  Secondly, I feel much more at home and confident overseas.  No one I know from grade/high school or college is gonna run into me and remind me of my years as a bookworm & nerd.  Thirdly, I get bored so very easily. I can be very fickle when it comes to guys.  They never seem to hold my interest for very long (unless they seem uninterested in me).  English/Irish/Aussie guys… I think I could be content for a while.

So yea. Anyway, the epiphany is – I’m gonna meet someone when I move back to London. So why worry now?